Post by CCADP on May 14, 2005 20:07:42 GMT -5
A Mother’s Plea
By Irene Rekitzke
Mother of Richard M. Cartwright
a Texas Death Row Inmate
Mother’s Day is on Sunday, May 8th this year. On Thursday, May 19th, the best son a mother ever had is scheduled to be executed by the State of Texas.
Let me tell you about Richard Cartwright, the man. Richard is a son and a father, a brother and an uncle, a nephew and a cousin, a friend and an advocate for the underdog. He is loyal and trustworthy, and would literally give you the shirt off his own back, even if it were the only shirt he owned.
As I write this, I am 36,000 feet above the ground, on the way to Houston to visit my son at Polunsky unit, the infamous sensory deprivation unit where death row has been housed now for the past 5 years. Today my 35 year old son is 35 days from his “date” with death.
This time I am scheduled for a special visit. For TDCJ, this means I am allowed two, four hour visits, on two consecutive days. For me, it means that this is likely the last private visit I will have with my son before they execute him. As I write, my throat closes in, and try as I might, a single tear escapes. I cannot afford to fall apart. I am his mother, and right now, he needs me more than he has ever needed me in his entire life. He needs me to fight for his life, and to fight for the others on death row.
Yet what I really want to do is go into a dark corner somewhere, and simply cry. I want to cry for the carefree, happy baby I brought home from the hospital, for the beautiful blonde toddler that brightened my life, for the average student that was always one of the most popular kids in his class, for the talented hockey player that loved being on the ice, and the young teenager that saw his family dissolve at 13, and his beloved, charmed life come apart at the seams through a very bitter divorce.
All of these make up my son. Today he is the father of an 8 year old, beautiful blonde little girl with huge brown eyes. She has a smile that lights up the room, a wonderful, sarcastic sense of humor, and a love of life and her family. If the State of Texas has its way, she will never feel her Dad’s hugs, have him attend her graduation, or have him walk her down the aisle when she meets her Prince Charming. Instead, she will have memories and beautiful pictures he drew for her. She will have wonderful letters and cards he has sent her over the years. She will know that she was the center of his life, and his passion. She is the main reason he hasn’t given up or given in, but continues to fight for his freedom and his life.
I had the first of my two four visits yesterday. Last night, I went to see Ricki, Rich’s daughter. It seems that the stress of having her father about to be executed has affected her. Once a model student, except for talking too much, she is now experiencing behavioral problems in school. Her mother says that she tried to stab another child with a pencil. And now, in second grade, she got her first ever N (Not Satisfactory) in behavior. It breaks my heart once again to see the far reaching effects of the wrongful incarceration and probably execution of my son.
While I do know it is not about me, I write this to share the pain of my family. I am not the only one that is hurting. Rich’s daughter, sister, nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends are in deep pain and suffering every day. Rich does not deserve to die. Ricki does not deserve to be deprived of her Dad. He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people. But he did NOT commit murder, he did not inflict the terrible loss and pain on the victim’s family, and his daughter does not deserve to know at the ripe old age of 8 that she will grow up without her Dad.
I ask every mother, father, son and daughter to come together against this barbaric practice called the death penalty. We need to let God decide when and if men and women should die. Only his judgment is perfect. As a mother, I can tell you that the pain, fear, and emotions I feel are no different that the mother of a cancer victim feels as she battles that enemy.
Let me ask, what do you know about the death penalty? Do you know that one out of seven people sentenced to the death penalty have been found innocent? Is that an acceptable percentage? Would it be acceptable if your son or daughter was the one wrongly sentenced to die?
By Irene Rekitzke
Mother of Richard M. Cartwright
a Texas Death Row Inmate
Mother’s Day is on Sunday, May 8th this year. On Thursday, May 19th, the best son a mother ever had is scheduled to be executed by the State of Texas.
Let me tell you about Richard Cartwright, the man. Richard is a son and a father, a brother and an uncle, a nephew and a cousin, a friend and an advocate for the underdog. He is loyal and trustworthy, and would literally give you the shirt off his own back, even if it were the only shirt he owned.
As I write this, I am 36,000 feet above the ground, on the way to Houston to visit my son at Polunsky unit, the infamous sensory deprivation unit where death row has been housed now for the past 5 years. Today my 35 year old son is 35 days from his “date” with death.
This time I am scheduled for a special visit. For TDCJ, this means I am allowed two, four hour visits, on two consecutive days. For me, it means that this is likely the last private visit I will have with my son before they execute him. As I write, my throat closes in, and try as I might, a single tear escapes. I cannot afford to fall apart. I am his mother, and right now, he needs me more than he has ever needed me in his entire life. He needs me to fight for his life, and to fight for the others on death row.
Yet what I really want to do is go into a dark corner somewhere, and simply cry. I want to cry for the carefree, happy baby I brought home from the hospital, for the beautiful blonde toddler that brightened my life, for the average student that was always one of the most popular kids in his class, for the talented hockey player that loved being on the ice, and the young teenager that saw his family dissolve at 13, and his beloved, charmed life come apart at the seams through a very bitter divorce.
All of these make up my son. Today he is the father of an 8 year old, beautiful blonde little girl with huge brown eyes. She has a smile that lights up the room, a wonderful, sarcastic sense of humor, and a love of life and her family. If the State of Texas has its way, she will never feel her Dad’s hugs, have him attend her graduation, or have him walk her down the aisle when she meets her Prince Charming. Instead, she will have memories and beautiful pictures he drew for her. She will have wonderful letters and cards he has sent her over the years. She will know that she was the center of his life, and his passion. She is the main reason he hasn’t given up or given in, but continues to fight for his freedom and his life.
I had the first of my two four visits yesterday. Last night, I went to see Ricki, Rich’s daughter. It seems that the stress of having her father about to be executed has affected her. Once a model student, except for talking too much, she is now experiencing behavioral problems in school. Her mother says that she tried to stab another child with a pencil. And now, in second grade, she got her first ever N (Not Satisfactory) in behavior. It breaks my heart once again to see the far reaching effects of the wrongful incarceration and probably execution of my son.
While I do know it is not about me, I write this to share the pain of my family. I am not the only one that is hurting. Rich’s daughter, sister, nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends are in deep pain and suffering every day. Rich does not deserve to die. Ricki does not deserve to be deprived of her Dad. He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people. But he did NOT commit murder, he did not inflict the terrible loss and pain on the victim’s family, and his daughter does not deserve to know at the ripe old age of 8 that she will grow up without her Dad.
I ask every mother, father, son and daughter to come together against this barbaric practice called the death penalty. We need to let God decide when and if men and women should die. Only his judgment is perfect. As a mother, I can tell you that the pain, fear, and emotions I feel are no different that the mother of a cancer victim feels as she battles that enemy.
Let me ask, what do you know about the death penalty? Do you know that one out of seven people sentenced to the death penalty have been found innocent? Is that an acceptable percentage? Would it be acceptable if your son or daughter was the one wrongly sentenced to die?